Ode

Ode To My iPod
Chloe Hotaling - Grade 6

Whenever I can
When I feel like I need
To be by myself
I put in my earphones
And zone out.

288 songs
On shuffle
I'm in my own world
Away from everyone
And everything.

Small, thin, fits in my pocket
Red, smooth, shines like
New leather shoes.

A few scratches
Makes it mine
Mine forever
Until it breaks...

Ode To My Yard
Maggie Haesler - Grade 6

In the summer
With its long uncut grass
Crowded together
Swaying silently in the breeze.

In the autumn
Crisp apple red, pumpkin orange
And lemon yellow leaves
Going crunch, crunch, crunch
Underneath my sneakers.

In the winter
Frozen and shiviering underneath
The white blanket of snow
With my footprints from early morning
Stnading quietly in the cold.

In the spring
The sprouts of life
Climbing out of the earth
And the sunshine yellow dandelions
Getting ready for summer
Once again.

Ode To Homework
Brandon Tieso - Grade 6

Piling up, sheet by sheet
Page by page
Until it reaches the sun
This is homework
Hated by all.

Teachers give it all day
Everyday
It is an addiction
One they can't quit.

Every detail really counts
Can't let a mistake pass
This wicked contraption
Chops down trees
And wastes ink.

Time consuming
Horrible
Awful
This is homework
Hated by all.

Written in great sorrow by Gildron, the bard with a yard.

Oh Pizza slice, Oh pizza slice
So delicious and so fine,
as you sit in your box alone
wishing you were still all mine.

Oh pizza slice, Last pizza slice
I bought you with a phone call.
The moped man to far too long,
Since his bike had- sorta stalled.

Oh pizza slice, Cold pizza slice
while you made me oh so glad
I see this meal come to an end,
and I can't help but feel sad.

For as I look in discomfort
I do wish I had not shared
Cause my friends all ate far to much
and not even crusts were spared

Oh pizza slice, sad pizza slice,
What shall I eat tomorrow?
Tonight I'll dream of stale flavors
But wake up to empty sorrow.

Oh pizza slice, my pizza slice
When will I see you again?
I cannot order any more
Until next week's end.

I wish I had saved you
had I eaten a bit less
I wouldn't wet your tasty crust
sobbing, for your whole caress.

Oh fair ninja!
You are the most balanced,
And most graceful
Of the people I know.
When you are practicing,
I can not help to think
That you are amazing,
Your consentration,
Your chi.
You are just astounding.
With you as my teacher,
I want to learn the moves.
You did show me some basic moves,
But you were careful not to hurt me,
Or injure me in any way.

Oh fair T-Racer!
How I have loved you!
When I first got you,
I revived you from your
Unloved state.
I gave you the love that you needed.
Your seats became new,
And your steering wheel
Got a cool cover.
The ceiling became cover with
Flowers,
Bugs,
And quotes
To cover up the holes
That were burnt into your roof.
*Stupid brother*
I washed you and clean out the

Oh dear world!
How large and nice you are!
Too bad apples and I will be taking you over!
Your oceans that are so blueish green.
They remind me of my purse…
But not as bright,
Or zippery.
You sky reminds me of gateraid.
The light blue kind…
That is really yummy.
Especially if you are playing and then go on a walk to the store to get it…
And then talk about it on the way home…

Oh fair neck ties,
How I love thee.
Your interesting patterns,
Or bright colors.
I love to wear thee
Around school,
Or anywhere
Except church,
Because my mom would not be happy if I did.
You keep my neck warm in the winter.
Actually, too warm.
Oh tie that I happen to be wearing now,
How thee look like blood,
Or a red crayon…
That would be bad…
I hate blood…
This one time,

Oh Tenshi No Yami!!!!
You are the tallest,
And best,
Of my friends.
Oh how big your brain is!
It is the size of Texas,
All forcibly put into your head.
With all of the matter,
Squeezed into a normal sized head,
Does that mean that it is dense,
Therefore making you dense?
I am just kidding.
You get things
That I don’t.
I don’t get a lot though….
…
Sometimes.

Oh Robotics!
The Olympics for the brain!
Oh how I wish that I understood
Half of the things said here.
The terms sound like another language.
Not French,
Nor Japanese.
Something more complicated,
Like Germen,
Or Russian.
Oh how your safety glasses
Add more style to the
Geek Chique!
Although,
They don’t fit over pig tails,
So I have to put my glasses on over
My pig tails.

Oh snow!
How I dislike you
Sometimes!
You make the world so pretty,
Like an ice palace.
I love you the most,
When you fall,
And just stick to my hair,
And you don’t leave until I go inside.
There you melt.
I also love it,
When you make it so I don’t have to go to school.
I really like that.
Those are the times I like you.
I don’t like you when I have to walk in you,

Oh Apples!
You dark poetry makes me gloomy,
But in a delighted way,
For it is worthy of a prize.
You dress like a porcupine;
Always sharp looking!
(Oh snap!)
Your brain is like that of a porcupine too!
Oh Apples!
Your eyes are like that of a sloth’s
Green.
Not because they are covered in mold though.
It is just because they are green.
Kind of mold green though…

Oh fair Orlando!
You are the most striking
Of the actors in Hollywood.
You traveled to Antarctica,
To meditate.
Oh Orlando!
Your wavy brown hair,
And deep brown eyes,
Are friendly,
Like that of a dogs,
At least one that doesn’t want to kill you
But wants to lick your face.
That would be disgusting though.
(I mean the thought of you licking faces….)

Oh spam!
The dog food meat in a can!
How good thou art!
Some may think that you aren’t worth it,
With your mechanically separated turkey,
But when you are cut thin and fried,
Thou art ok.
You also have a secret friend.
Peanut butter.
Yes, I know you and peanut butter go together,
Like two peas in a pod,
Or two pieces of spam in a peanut butter and spam sandwich.

Oh weirdo cheese that comes in a spray can.
You are so unique,
Unlike any other cheeses out there,
Your color.
It is one of the most unnatural,
Neon orange colors I have ever seen.
Your texture is that of oil paint.
No other cheese is like that,
Unless it is melted.
Also,
The “Do Not Refrigerate” sign
Around your neck
Makes me wonder.
Why Not?
What are you made of?

This is an ode to my Playstations3
Which I like way better than my Nintendo Wii.
It entertains me all day long--
This entertainment can't be wrong,

Sometimes I dream about it at night.
I play it then when I wake up I'm full of delights,
It never breaks down on me when I play it a lot
That is why it got bought.

I definitely think it is best there can be,

Oh Pomegranate,
How I love thee,
Your seeds are like jewels,
The brightest of rubies.
No one would think
That you hold such beauty.
But when they open you up,
They will see.
The fruit of the underworld
Is what you are called in Greece,
But in America,
You bring our food peace.
Your juiciness fills our mouths,
And your seeds release
A nutty flavor,
That fills any caprice.

Well he get’s a lot of shit
‘Cause his name is Mr. Reid
He’s our teacher no denying
And he herds the stampede

I was gonna write about mail men,
And what they do for me
But then I realized “Hey there buddy”
Your teachers quite a breed

Half of us are slackers,
We’d rather be on break
But Mr. Reid won’t let us go
And for this I’m ful-of-Grate